Wild Ride: Lance and Tammy (22 page)

Of course he didn’t.  He didn’t have to.  They fell at his feet.

“I also don’t give second chances.”

That seemed a little harsh, but again, it was easy for him to carry on.  Lance was upfront about the things he wanted. He liked structure—control, more importantly, his controlling things. She supposed he didn’t want to waste time dealing with drama because there was always someone else taking that empty spot.  It also made sense why none of his relationships got really serious.

Their meal came at that time.

“She’s still beautiful,” she mumbled before taking the first bite.

“We’ll talk about this later—in bed,” he added huskily, yet softly so no one else could hear.

***

Lance didn’t even wait for the elevator door to close before he pushed her back against the wall and kissed her passionately. His hands moved over the warm flesh of her thighs and up under the skirt of her dress. He cupped her bottom and effortlessly, and quickly, lifted her on his hips. She gasped against his mouth at the sudden movement. He pressed himself between her thighs all the while taking her mouth with unleashed passion.  She groaned and wrapped her legs around him.  For some reason it hadn’t even occurred to her that someone could walk in at that moment.

Tammy was mindless.  He had said he was aggressive, and from what she was experiencing, he wasn’t holding back anymore. Her fingers twisted in his hair.

When the doors opened to his penthouse, he pulled her away from the wall, turned and walked down the hall to his room without letting her go.  He pushed her up against the door to his bedroom and she heard the distinct sound of the doorknob turning, then it swung open. He kicked it shut behind him, walked over to the bed and laid her on it.  Then he stood up.

She reached for him and he shook his head as he started to unbutton his shirt.  His eyes were smoldering as he looked down at her.  She licked her lips and raised herself up on her elbows to watch him.

He stripped off his shirt tossing it to the floor.  Then he held a finger to his masculine mouth before he turned away.

She watched him not understanding what he was doing.  He went down the hall to his dressing room, then emerged a few minutes later with one of his ties.

She tilted her head at him.  He just smiled as he kicked off his shoes and came up behind her on the bed.

“Just a little something to heighten your pleasure,” he murmured as he covered her eyes with the wide base of the material, tying it behind her head.

She smiled. My pleasure?  A thrill shot through her.

Then he bent down and kissed her again, holding her head firmly.

His mouth was hard, warm and sensual.  He was right; she could notice more this way. His masculine scent was divine!  The way he even breathed was enough to get her aroused.  It was heavy, sexual.

Then he was gone, and she could hear the rustle of material, like he was finishing striping off his clothes

“Oh Lance, I hate missing this part.”

Her answer was a soft chuckle.

Then she felt the bed shift as he moved beside her again. “Sit up.”

She did as he asked and he lifted her dress over her head.  Her bra was next.  She felt completely exposed because she couldn’t see his reaction. He obviously sensed her insecurity from what he said next.

“In a moment you won’t care.”

She felt herself smile again.  That deep timbre he possessed seemed to dismiss the nervousness in an instant.  Then she felt the bed shift again as he got off it.  What was he doing? 

Strong hands circled her ankles and then slowly moved up the length of her legs.

“Tam, you’re legs are incredible. Having these wrapped around me while I’m inside you, is hot as hell.”

She sighed as his strong hands continued to caress the flesh of her legs and she was certain she could feel him smile.

Further up, his hands went until she felt his fingers around the waistband of her panties.

“Lift your hips love.”

She did and he slid the delicate material off of her slowly.

Then his hands moved up her legs again, over her abdomen.

“Oh, Lance, you’re killing me.”

“And I’m just getting started,” he chuckled huskily.

Well, obviously she wasn’t the only one that was turned on by the sound of the restraint in his voice. She felt him move his palms over her knees and separate her legs.  Then she felt him move again, coming between them.  She started to feel really vulnerable again, that is until she felt his fingers exploring her. 

“Oh, God.”  How he could do that was beyond her. Stars exploded in her head.

Then something else. 

His mouth, hot, wet and on her.

She arched and called his name.

Then his tongue—

“Oh!”

She fisted her hands in his hair and pulled—hard.

He groaned but didn’t break contact.

Again and again he brought her to the peak of an orgasm but eased back when she came close.  It was tortuous. It was unfathomable. It was incredible.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take it, that she would die, he released her.  She cried out, but he gripped her hips and pulled her against him.  His breathing was raspy now. 

He slammed into her and she cried out in shock and pleasure. 

It was hard, fast, and mind-blowing.

She was so far gone, that she cried out with every thrust matching his own vocal pleasure.

Then the world exploded into a thousand pieces and his mouth was hot on hers. Devouring her.

They lay in a tangle of limbs, perspiration, and heavy breathing.  Their bodies were crossways on his bed.  He moved to the side and pulled her against him.  She could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest against hers.  He pulled the tie off her eyes and tossed it against the wall.  Then he gently kissed each eye before tucking her head against his neck.

She just couldn’t speak.  In fact, she was certain she’d blacked out at one point.  His hand rubbed up and down her spine.

“Well, that was nice,” he murmured still breathing heavy.

She laughed.  It was said in humor.  He knew, as well as she did, that it knocked their socks off.

“Hell, Tam, what am I going to do with you?”

“I already think you’ve done plenty.”

He chuckled.

She propped her head up on her hand and stared down at him.

“What is it?”

“I’m in so much trouble here Lance.” Her expression became serious and she could feel her eyes water.

He adjusted his head so he could see her better.  Then he lifted his hand and ran his fingers down the side of her face until he cupped her chin and tilted her head so she was staring directly at him. “Okay baby, what’s going on?”

His soft words did make her cry and he rubbed the tears away gently with his calloused thumb.

She shook her head.

“Do you mean with your family—the lie we’re telling them?” His eyes searched hers for some sort of indication that he was right.

God, for a highly intelligent man, he was so dense right now.  She cried harder.

“Shhh, I can’t handle seeing you like this.” He pulled her close so her head was tucked under his chin. “I told you. We’ll straighten it out after your brother gets back from his honeymoon.”

She only nodded wishing she had the courage to say the words she’d felt for so long.

“I know this is hard on you because you are full of integrity.  It’s only for a few more days.”

God, that sounded like a death sentence.  She didn’t want this to end.  For the first time, she didn’t want things to go back to normal before they came here.  Again she nodded.
Coward,
she thought to herself.  He held her until the tears stopped and she fell asleep.

The next morning she woke alone.  She sat up and looked around the room listening for him.  Nothing.  Her hand moved over the indent in his bed and it was cold.  He was gone for a while.  She glanced at the clock.  It was just before ten.  How on earth does she sleep like that?  She reluctantly got up and went to her room to shower.  She knew he wanted to take her shopping, and most likely he’d already worked out then eaten.  He was probably waiting on her.  How she’d not heard him come and go was beyond her.  She was a very light sleeper and he would have had to shower after his morning workout, then gotten dressed.  She must’ve been in a coma. Gosh, how many times did he walk back and forth in the room with her sleeping sound?  Would he have stopped and stared at her?  Wow, she thought she felt vulnerable before.

After her shower she combed her hair and threw on a pair of newer jeans and a green and white striped blouse that nicely fit the lines of her body. 

When she went upstairs to the kitchen Vern was sitting at the breakfast counter reading the newspaper and sipping coffee.  Gosh, how long was he waiting for her? Was he waiting for her? He glanced up and said hello.  She smiled and looked past him to Lance and her heart stilled.  He was standing in front of one of the big windows talking on the phone.  The light outlined his beautiful male form in a dark silhouette, but there was no mistaking it was him. 

“Come get something to eat dear.”

She returned her attention to the kitchen where Mavis was sliding a plate in front of one of the empty seats.  It was loaded with what looked like pancakes, blueberry pancakes. She could see the dark balls within the pancake.  Her stomach growled its approval.  “Blueberry?” she lifted her brows.

“It is.  Darn delicious too.”

It was Vern that answered her and she felt herself smile.  That was probably the most he’d said to her in three days.  Lance turned at that moment and raised his hand in greeting.  He was still too far away for her to hear the conversation, but she was wondering if it was Marianne.  After meeting the woman last night, and Lance’s confession of her possessiveness, she wondered if seeing them together made Marianne become a little more aggressive in that aspect.  Her eyes darted in his direction a few times while she bit into one of the pancakes.  Then she closed her eyes and groaned.  “I love you Mavis.”

“I told you.”

She opened her eyes to Vern’s voice and nodded.  He was giving her a rare smile.  Then his eyes went to the bruise on her cheek and she could see a barely detectable wince, then a flash of anger.  He shook the paper to straighten the spine and continued to read diverting his eyes.  Obviously he knew that she could see it bothered him and he didn’t like to reveal that side of him. 

“You two flatter me,” Mavis said pouring her a cup of coffee and refilling Vern’s.

Tammy was certain she was blushing if she wasn’t so dark skinned. “I thought I made good pancakes.  Mavis I need this recipe.”

She shrugged acting like it was no big deal.  “I just threw it together.”

“Such humility,” Tammy said flattering her again.

Vern chuckled.

Then Tammy felt an arm around her waist and a familiar hard masculine mouth press to her forehead.  “Sleep well?”

She must’ve turned beet red at that question.  Mavis knew where she was sleeping and now that she was the color of a fire truck, Vern did too. She could
kill
Lance. 

Vern picked up his paper starting to read again.  She looked toward the kitchen and Mavis had busied herself with cleaning.

Tammy wanted to chastise him for her embarrassment, but when she looked up at him, he actually looked slightly irritated.  Slightly, in Lance’s world, was a lot.  She lifted her brows inquisitively and he shook his head subtly.  Was it because of the phone call? Did someone give him bad news?

Vern put down the paper and picked up his cup.  He stood up and went into the kitchen out of sight.

Tammy now realized the man could read his boss better than she could.  Something was bothering him and Vern felt it necessary to make himself scarce. “What is it?”

He cupped her chin and lifted her head to meet his gaze.  His eyes searched hers for a moment.  Then he finally seemed satisfied with what he saw. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

He shook his head and released her.  “Eat.  We have to get you a dress.”

She sighed heavily. He wasn’t going to tell her, and as irritated as she was, she wouldn’t ask.

Once inside the car, he pushed a button and rolled up the divider between the front and the back to give them some privacy.  She gave him her undivided attention.

“I know you won’t ask again what was bothering me, Tammy, so I’m going to be honest because I like the openness we have. Vern is a good man,” he finally said.

She scrunched her face.  What was he talking about?

He took a deep breath and released it as if to remove some of his tension. “Look Tam.  I’m in unfamiliar territory here.”

“I don’t understand.”  She was still confused.

He nodded already knowing that.  “I’m feeling oddly possessive of you.”

Her heart leapt.  Her lips parted.

“I was your first lover.  I hadn’t realized how that would make me feel when there are other men around. Even harmless men—men in my employ.”